[Bucky barely remembers the disguise until Sam sheds the fabric and he follows suit, albeit in a less organized way. His layers end up dumped unceremoniously into the sand as he pulls Sam in closer. He does need this, he needs to hold Sam and keep him close and safe for the next while. The rocky alcove will provide adequate shelter and shield them from the wind.
He doesn't mind that he's practically falling down to the bedrolls, dragging his broodmate with him.
He needs this. He needs Sam.
He loves Sam and the events of the past twenty-four hours have shaken his core.]
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He doesn't mind that he's practically falling down to the bedrolls, dragging his broodmate with him.
He needs this. He needs Sam.
He loves Sam and the events of the past twenty-four hours have shaken his core.]